[ Annabeth's first instinct is to grab Piper and shield her, even though she knows it's only Percy. But hugging her close just makes the hooped skirt of her uniform fly up at the back to expose her generously-frilled pantaloons.
Cursing in Ancient Greek, she jumps around to face Percy instead, arms held out to the sides shielding Piper from the front. ]
What are you doing here? [ See that accusatory glare? Yep, it's aimed at you Percy. ]
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Cursing in Ancient Greek, she jumps around to face Percy instead, arms held out to the sides shielding Piper from the front. ]
What are you doing here? [ See that accusatory glare? Yep, it's aimed at you Percy. ]